getting ahead of ourselves

Edmund tilts his head in consideration, "You know, it does." He hadn't placed the taste beforehand but now that Dantalion said so, he could taste the resemblance between the two meats. Was allogator also a white meat? He falls into step with the older Ancient, content in the brief silence. It was nice to be comfortable in the presence of one of his own. When he'd first been transformed, Edmund had been worried about fitting in. How had it been phrased to him? 'Born under Safrin's starlight?' Something like that. Thankfully he's outgrown that, and his potential is no longer hindered. Dantalion slows and Edmund freezes beside him. Catching on quick when he sees the deer's passing shadow, he stalks after the Maverick. Even with his bloodlust mostly sated, he finds himself running an eager tongue over his fangs. Edmund Reborn In Fire